I don’t know where Thanksgiving is landing you,
full or anticipation or full of anxiety…or a little of both.
God is speaking to me about my lack of hope. Everywhere I don’t feel hope is a reflection of prayerlessness. It’s not that I haven’t prayed over the situation that is stealing my hope and joy, it’s that I haven’t prayed in earnest with belief. I haven’t “continued steadfastly in prayer being watchful in it with thanksgiving” (Colossians 4:2). I haven’t expected God to do anything. It’s hard to expect the good when the world trains us in the cynical.
So over Thanksgiving I am going to un-cynicalize my heart. Yes, I made that word up. It’s the process of de-cynicalization.
“We who have fled for refuge might have strong encouragement to hold fast to the hope set before us. We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul…” Hebrews 6:18b-19a
I have strong encouragement, I’m going to hold fast to hope and let it anchor my soul. It’s hope. I hope you'll join me in asking God to de-cynicalize your heart over this week.
Father, I don't want to miss all that you are doing because I am blinded by what is still undone. Help me hold fast to what I know is true, to what I believe in for eternity, my hope. Don't let Satan tear my grip away even with all his determination to make me afraid. Help me continue in prayer with thanksgiving for what I can already be sure you will answer.